Today, after work, I became very happy. On my way home I went to a shop next door where I live to buy a loaf of bread and cottage cheese and at the cash register ahead of me was an old lady (age 80 - 90) buying some bread also. She poured all the coins she had from her purse on her hand and told the shop assistant to count the money that is needed because she cannot do it herself with her bad fingers. The coins were counted, turned out the lady had too little and the shop assistant told her it's 30 cents too short. Apparently the lady had no credits cards, so she became helpless as what to do. In fact, she looked terrified. With the little money she had, she only wanted some bread.
And there, like a knight in shining fucking armor, is me handing out the 30 cents. Seeing and understanding what I did, the old lady was breathless a moment or two, then grasps my shoulder, almost cries and thanks me heartily.
That made my day.
Hopefully that made her day as well.
Maybe it was a well-planned devious plan to nick my 30 cents to begin with, who knows. Maybe she'd be tailing me whole month and executed the plan the exact right moment.
Later in the evening, I finished watching the first season of True Detective. All in all, it took me two days.
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